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a corrupt land

by jossymaiye


In the midst of corruption
Where there seems to be no perfection
Where the rich riles the poor
And the hungry feed on opression


What shall they gain,
In greed and in threat
But all shall be in vain
And the earth shall rust their feet


Where the oor is sober
Looking for a place to shower
The rich and mighty
Shall all be in power

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Tue Apr 19, 2005 3:22 am
emotion_less says...



There was a typo:
"Where the oor is sober"
I think you mean poor. It wasn't really my type of poetry, but it was written fine.





For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble.
— Aristotle